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  • heterodox domain
    new words in old styles tracked on a canvas of brick scribbled by artists  who failed at art school. a presentation of names  ...
  • why hurricanes are named after people
    fear was quiet, she kept to herself.  she was the type of girl people read books about.  fear wore a cross necklace every day but she d...
  • until daylight apologizes
    we've managed to connect stars into constellations and feelings into words and we've memorized the night sky  based upon the l...
  • tribute to rosyln
    i apologize mother maybe you've only seen black and white but god is the best artist   because hideous dangers are ...
  • dictionary
    in fifth grade english class we had to bring books to school. i always forgot mine so my teacher made me read the dictionary words on w...
  • symphony no. 18
    at four years old my fingers touched the keys for the first time and i wondered why the only song i could play was called "chops...
  • because we are anchored in bones
  • ..and so i just kept writing to myself
    january 12th, 2014 : i haven't slept through the night in probably a year  january 19th, 2014 : alright. story time.  february 2nd, ...
  • what about track two?
    you know those songs in the middle of the album, the ones that people don't know about.  the ones where you really have to try to f...
  • a letter to myself.
    days are going by faster now, the nights are longer, the morning breeze is colder. the wind blows on my newly showered ears, stic...

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[brooklyn chase]

we've managed to connect stars into constellations
and feelings into words

and we've memorized the night sky 
based upon the location of the north star

and we are all moving,
changing.



we are running back home to tell everyone about our 
trip to paris. 

but just remember,

wherever you are, i am too
just put your thumb to the moon

and even though the sun returns too soon,
darkness comes back. 

aquarius, orion, cornelia boom, harold miner
up there already.

they're reminders always above our heads,
of the six feet beneath our own

but i hope that someday, 
we will live among the skies too

so the next time you look at the stars,
know they look back 

making constellations of us too.











Brooklyn Chase 

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at four years old my fingers
touched the keys for the first time
and i wondered why the only song i could play
was called "chopsticks"

six years old i was finally big enough 
to tell people i play,
without them thinking i was kidding

ten years old i wrote down 
"musician" when asked to 
describe myself in one word 

 eleven years old i learned to 
express my feelings 
in scales and chords

at thirteen i quit lessons 
because it wasn't cool anymore

fifteen years old i thought 
that the guitar
could make me feel the same way

sixteen years old i forgot
that my outlet contained 52 white keys
and 36 black

seventeen years old i played for him, 
because i never did 
when he was on this side of the country


eighteen years young i am playing for me,

and i don't care who's listening




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in fifth grade english class we had to bring books to school.
i always forgot mine so my teacher made me read the dictionary

words on words on words i didn't understand i'd always end up staring at the ceiling tiles.

there was a word for that. 

daydream [noun]: a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one's attention from the present.

at one point i felt sorry for all the other kids in my class with fiction books because i was learning more words 
while they were learning more lies 

maybe junie b jones just wanted to be smart. 
maybe nancy drew didn't figure out the mystery. 
maybe i picked the wrong path in goosebumps, well i guess you die either way 

and everybody has a chapter they don't read out loud i understand that,
but you. 

you left out chapter one,
and chapter six,
chapter ten, seventeen, twenty one

you left out the prologue. 

and when i said read to me 
you said, "just for a minute"

but to me it sounded like you just memorized the words 

 you said, 
you said,
you said so many words that i swear used super glue to stick
themselves inside my brain
and oh how i wish i had enough acetone to get them off. 

you said you were insecure because you weren't strong enough
but apparently you had the strength to lie to my face.

and i don't know if i believe the dictionary anymore,
my daydreams don't seem very pleasant


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january 12th, 2014: i haven't slept through the night in probably a year 

january 19th, 2014: alright. story time. 

february 2nd, 2014: okay this week didn't start off very well 

july 18th, 2014: yes i know its 4 am. 

july 20th, 2014: i've had way too much free time 

july 24th, 2014: i miss home.

july 30th, 2014: na yalo ni noda kalou 

july 31st, 2014: i never want to go home. 

september 26th, 2014: most nights at 2 am i wonder where i'll be in five. ten. fifteen years.  other nights at 2am i wonder if i'll make it that far. 

october 18th, 2014: thats it for this week i think... JUST KIDDING I FORGOT ABOUT WEDNESDAY

october 27th, 2014: this is too happy. it doesn't feel real. 

november 23rd, 2014: i had to wipe the dust off of this journal today  

january 15th, 2015: "what i said about us, was the truest thing i've ever said in my life" 

february 26th, 2015: he told everyone to come over asap, we all knew something bad happened. 

april 4th, 2015: i'm on a plane. 

june 2nd, 2014: i haven't written in so long and its giving me anxiety

june 19th, 2015: 11 days.  81 days. 

june 27th, 2015: i can't help myself but regret not spending more time with him. 

june 28th, 2015: man it felt so good to be back in his arms. 

june 30th, 2015: time is flying. 

july 1st, 2015: definitely not prepared for that. but anyways... day 1 of 730.

august 17th, 2015: i've had a really rough couple days, sometimes i think a couple weeks. 

september 9th, 2015: i feel broken. 

september 13th, 2015: the days drag on but they get easier.  they definitely get easier. 

september 27th, 2015: i'm having a writers block for my own life is that even a thing 











october 11th, 2015: another goodbye. 

october 27th, 2015: WHY

november 8th, 2015: i'm okay. 

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boys cry

cigarettes do kill,

parents lie

boats sink

flowers die

life goes on,

with or without you. 

be easy 

take your time.

you are coming home to yourself. 



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